Always breaking down my walls...
Homage poem to this beautiful fanfic.
Lost in the Dark
I looked up
and he was gone.
Lies began seeping
into the snapshots
of our everyday.
He once said that
pure love is pure gray;
Gray knowing black and white.
Now I wonder
which color had I been,
and had he found
another palette?
I remember nights ago,
awaiting sleep
his whispers echoed
from the bathroom.
He wasn't crazy, I knew.
He was in love with the person
on the other line.
My sobs matched his,
as he clung to the phone.
The only difference,
separated by thin walls,
was that I had
no audience.
PA
I am slowly dying
of a sickness clawing in my skin,
clawing to get out,
clawing against my every fighting inch.
I am 4’11’’
I can only last much longer.
(Not longer then).
They say the heart is the last to go,
but what of this disease that
attacks first the straining source?
What will be my last then?
My eyes, they burn
salt in concrete dams that are bound to crack.
My throat, my epiglottis reverberating
the words unspoken.
My fingers numb from the weight
of the invisible promise
that was never uttered.
My hands reach for cover to nakedness,
but the tangled sterling silver, gone.
The clasp thinks no more.
My feet, ever drifting away
like tectonic plates attached to this Core.
My mind, the last thing to go.
Static sends signals now and again.
Signal: Watching that receding state line.
“Welcome to Pennsylvania.”
---
The poem is the Malaysian repeating form, Pantoum. Please, tell me what you think, please:)
Inspired by KoyaShige
This November
We felt like children again,
8 years of friendship leading to this night.
It was our first time holding hands
under the pillow wall erected between us.
8 years of friendship leading to this night,
a lifetime's worth of almost touches played out.
Under the pillow wall erected between us,
we didn't care if our defenses toppled easily.
A lifetime's worth of almost touches played out,
heartbeats strong at our fingertips.
We didn't care if our defenses toppled easily,
we fell asleep an arm's length away.
Heartbeats strong at our fingertips,
it was our first time holding hands.
We fell asleep an arm's length away;
we felt like children again.
Lost in the Dark
I looked up
and he was gone.
Lies began seeping
into the snapshots
of our everyday.
He once said that
pure love is pure gray;
Gray knowing black and white.
Now I wonder
which color had I been,
and had he found
another palette?
I remember nights ago,
awaiting sleep
his whispers echoed
from the bathroom.
He wasn't crazy, I knew.
He was in love with the person
on the other line.
My sobs matched his,
as he clung to the phone.
The only difference,
separated by thin walls,
was that I had
no audience.
PA
I am slowly dying
of a sickness clawing in my skin,
clawing to get out,
clawing against my every fighting inch.
I am 4’11’’
I can only last much longer.
(Not longer then).
They say the heart is the last to go,
but what of this disease that
attacks first the straining source?
What will be my last then?
My eyes, they burn
salt in concrete dams that are bound to crack.
My throat, my epiglottis reverberating
the words unspoken.
My fingers numb from the weight
of the invisible promise
that was never uttered.
My hands reach for cover to nakedness,
but the tangled sterling silver, gone.
The clasp thinks no more.
My feet, ever drifting away
like tectonic plates attached to this Core.
My mind, the last thing to go.
Static sends signals now and again.
Signal: Watching that receding state line.
“Welcome to Pennsylvania.”
---
The poem is the Malaysian repeating form, Pantoum. Please, tell me what you think, please:)
Inspired by KoyaShige
This November
We felt like children again,
8 years of friendship leading to this night.
It was our first time holding hands
under the pillow wall erected between us.
8 years of friendship leading to this night,
a lifetime's worth of almost touches played out.
Under the pillow wall erected between us,
we didn't care if our defenses toppled easily.
A lifetime's worth of almost touches played out,
heartbeats strong at our fingertips.
We didn't care if our defenses toppled easily,
we fell asleep an arm's length away.
Heartbeats strong at our fingertips,
it was our first time holding hands.
We fell asleep an arm's length away;
we felt like children again.